The Inevitable Metamorphosis

Most of my life, I have been in survival mode. But surviving doesn’t mean life passed me by. Despite the aches, some of my fondest memories were lived while learning to put on my own mask first. I honed the skill to adapt, to move even when the odds were stacked against me, to use my wings when I had no choice. The struggle shaped me, and every small triumph felt monumental. Then, slowly, I spread those wings. I began to fly. Marking the wonder of finally flying. The butterfly embodies that truth: survival is not the absence of beauty or joy. Beauty is woven into it, in the most surreal patterns, alongside the freedom that comes with it ,with age, with time. I survived. I adapted. And now, I can linger in the sky and enjoy the flight. This is one of the photographs that sparked the butterfly collection ‘Broken Wings Still Fly’. The feeling of being understood is something close to my heart, hence the fierce pollinator as a symbol for this collection.